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Apr.30.2010
We come into this world as artists, creators, and how we express that is for us to find out. It could be in how we organize an event, handle a customer crisis, write, draw, read, cook, tend house, farm—the list goes on. Life is art; art is life.
Yesterday, in particular, I felt on fire. So much...
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Apr.11.2010
This blog is a tribute to a man that is not famous, he was not rich in the measure of money. In his own right he was a hero, a hero to the sons, ex-fiancée, daughters, those he stopped and help, or worked with. He was a son, brother, uncle, friend, son-in-law, husband, father, grandfather,...
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Apr.08.2010
The names fade faster than the faces. Brittany. Stephen. Stephanie. Courtney. Scott. Ryan. The list goes on. The last names are harder to reach in the back of your memory. Vanderholten. Marley. Franks. Schaefer. Over time, the faces blend. Blonde hair, black hair, red hair—a blur...
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Jan.31.2010
“Mom, come here,” one of us would plead, racing through our back screen doors with a slam.
It was the late 70s, early 80s, and few of our mothers worked, even fewer worked during the summers.
We had two or three moms on the street who were local school teachers. My mother did not work at all...
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Jan.07.2010
Back when I was a kid, curious as I was about the world, I never dreamed I'd be a fiction writer. There were so many other things to be and do. First and last, I'm a mother to three precious girls. With this life long profession I've done my best, but the grand jury is still out rather I've been up...
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Dec.29.2009
In third grade, my best friend was named Heather. She lived in a gigantic house with a pool and had three siblings, two of whom were male. Those two brothers alone made going over there interesting, but she was also a twin, so her sister was there and that meant there were three to play, should...
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Dec.16.2009
Quick:
What do you remember about March 7, 2005?
What do you remember about September 11, 2001?
Now, for all I know, you were a teenager giving birth on March 7, 2005. Or, like someone I know, you lost your spouse of sixty years on 9/11/01, and that’s what you remember. But if you are like me,...
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Dec.15.2009
Being “present” in the moment is not always an easy task for me. Even when I am out walking, as I breathe in the crisp air, my mind wanders, thinking, turning ideas or worries around, until I realize that I’m passing by the pretty flowers and blue skies. They at least pull me back to the moment for...
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Dec.06.2009
Globe opens, spills light intoshatters, fine splinters blow in the horn,rumbling.deep resonance felt in every membrane.
Today I decided to take myself to go ice skating. Well, actually, when I was flipping through the TV, I happened upon ice skating and got lured in. Memories, I suppose, of when I...
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Oct.28.2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 I spent the day with my mom going through a neuro series to determine what her memory issues officially are. It confirms what I've always believed: everything matters.
Tell those close to you that you love them...every day.Tell people you work with how much you...
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